can i borrow some milk?

I've been alone in my apartment for 4 days, and haven't spoken to anyone except Kaitlyn once for a bit on the phone, and the girl working at the box office at the theater downtown. I am stir crazy and have starting talking to myself, getting in arguments with the tapestry and fridge, apologizing to the toilet, and just generally thinking a loud. This afternoon, while I'm memorizing lines, a hear a knock on my door. I go to open it and there's my cute, pudgy neighbor wondering if she can borrow some milk. She is making shepherds pie, and is willing to give me a bite if I help her out. I say "Of course!", and hurry to the kitchen. While rummaging through the fridge I holler, "You've made my day!". I give her the milk and ask if there is any meat in the pie. She says there is, and I regretfully say I'm vegetarian, and I'll have to pass on the pie. She thinks that's very interesting, and she is actually thinking about going vegetarian herself. She goes back into her apartment and I follow her, talking about vegetarianism, and end up in her kitchen, meeting her other roommate. She asks how my Spring Break has been and I say, "Well I've been alone for a while, and I've just kinda started talking to myself, getting tired of eating the same food, and I miss my roommates, and I'm memorizing lines a lot which just means I talk to myself for hours at a time, and is that kale in the pie? I love kale! I was working on a new song..." And it goes on and on and the other roommate I just met is looking at me like I have two heads. And then I realize that I'm only wearing boxers. I apologize and embarrassingly grab my milk and scuttle out of there.

I'm gonna get high now.